When their first son was born, Ginny and Harry had already picked out his name.
‘James Sirius,’ Ginny whispered as she held her tiny son to her chest.
Harry’s green eyes - his mothers eyes, to that day - crinkled in the corners as he smiled. Anxiety still stole through, however.
'Are you sure, Ginny? We can talk about other names -’
'Harry, please, we’ve already talked about it. I love the name. And a name does not define a life - he will make it his own, one day. You just have to love him.’
'Always,’ Harry responded, his smile breaking out once more.

When their second son was born, a name proved more contentious.
'We can’t name him after *Snape*,’ Ginny argued, her eyes sad. 'He was not a good man, Harry-’
'Not always, no,’ Harry agreed. 'But he was a brave man. He saved my life, Ginny. And he had a hard life. Do you remember what you said about our James, making his name his own? Let Albus Severus do that also. Let him create a better life for the name of a forgotten man.’
Ginny’s eyes softened at that, and she nodded her head.

Though many of their friends never knew, it was Ginny who decided the name of their daughter.
'Lily Luna,’ she crooned over the sleeping baby.
'Lily Luna?’ Harry repeated with a smile.
'Yes.’
'I love it.’

When James first arrived at Hogwarts, he saw the son of Remus and Tonks walking up ahead of him. 'Teddy!’ James called out, making him turn.
'Hey! James Sirius! J-S! Jayse!’ Teddy yelled back, and gave James a name of his own.
Albus had been called Al for as long as he could remember, and he was content. But he liked the thought that if his grandmother were alive, she would call him Sev.
Little Lily Luna loved to hear stories of both her namesakes, and liked to be called Lina - a mix of both names in one.

Jayse, Al and Lina were Harry and Ginny Potters’ children. They made their names their own.